Story Of The Beautiful Girl (In class assignment)

 I spend my nights in bars with men. I go home with a different one every night. They usually give me a ten, except for one. He takes me out to the beach and spends time with me. While it's nice to have someone to be with, I'm not sure if he's really here with me. All he talks about is my beauty and speaks nothing of my soul. I wish I were ugly, so men would love me for something else, and women would not hate me. All my life, my sisters and girls at the convent accuse me of misusing my beauty and not using my mind enough, they were jealous. With such strong hate and weak love, what is there to live for?